I found a dead mouse under the sink.

[ms_ann_thrope]

I think I might hurl. From the level of decomp I'm thinking about a week ago he shuffled off the mortal coil. Spraying a gallon of Febreze didn't touch it.

So, what's for dinner?

 

[4est_4est_Gump]

Baby squirrel...

 

[ms_ann_thrope]

Baby squirrel...

There's not that much meat on a full grown squirrel.

 

[sweepthefloor]

I found a decapitated mouse head on the floor. At first I thought the cat pooped on the floor, but the cat poops outside so it didn't make sense. I figured I would look at it and sure enough it wasn't poop.

 

[ms_ann_thrope]

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master;
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with wornout tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breathe a word about your loss;

If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: 'Hold on!'

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;

If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Mouse my son!

 

[garbage can]

If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run -
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Mouse my son!

If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

 

[Lorilei]

Oh, dear God.

I would have to move.

 

[ms_ann_thrope]

If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

That doesn't really work in this case.

 

[garbage can]

I think I might hurl. From the level of decomp I'm thinking about a week ago he shuffled off the mortal coil. Spraying a gallon of Febreze didn't touch it.

So, what's for dinner?[/QUOTE]


Chocolate Mousse ???

 

[phrodeau]

Finding a dead mouse is better than finding a live one.

 

[Bidin~Time]

 

[ms_ann_thrope]

The live ones don't smell as bad.

 

[farmguy74]

The live ones don't smell as bad.

but they bite harder then the dead ones...

 

[ms_ann_thrope]

but they bite harder then the dead ones...

They are pretty ferocious.

 

[garbage can]

They are pretty ferocious.

I don't believe I ever met a ferocious mouse.

 

[ms_ann_thrope]

I don't believe I ever met a ferocious mouse.

You must keep yours well fed.

 

[NickiC]

My feral rescue will take care of that in 2 minutes including bones. She is the best exterminator money can buy. She plays with any spider or bug who dares enter her inter sanctum. Cuddly as she is she is a well prepared assassin. My dog sleeps through the event. Meh is his attitude. I hate intrepid mice. Good luck because he or she may have family.

 

[RobDownSouth]

Chocolate Mousse ???

Dayum, after 8 years and 50,000+ posts, Garby cracked a funny and made me laugh.

 

[AlwaysSoaked]

Burn it with fire! After you convince someone to move it out of your cabinet...

 

[ms_ann_thrope]

My feral rescue will take care of that in 2 minutes including bones. She is the best exterminator money can buy. She plays with any spider or bug who dares enter her inter sanctum. Cuddly as she is she is a well prepared assassin. My dog sleeps through the event. Meh is his attitude. I hate intrepid mice. Good luck because he or she may have family.

They go outside during the summer months but Fall is upon us. They'll be returning like the swallows to Capistrano, their little bags packed, wearing their Birkenstocks and Wayfarers.

 

[garbage can]

You must keep yours well fed.

I feed them Warfarin (Coumadin).

 

[ms_ann_thrope]

I feed them Warfarin (Coumadin).

I prefer mechanical solutions. You could just be saving them from massive strokes. Well, not massive. Very tiny, mouse sized strokes.

 

[garbage can]

Dayum, after 8 years and 50,000+ posts, Garby cracked a funny and made me laugh.

*Grin*....Do you think I missed my calling?

 

[ms_ann_thrope]

*Grin*....Do you think I missed my calling?

It's more a factor of his getting his psych meds dialed in.

 

[doowdniw]

If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

Kipling would be proud of you.